I was about 6 years old when it happened. I went to a strange place with my mom.I walked in and I saw the most beautiful ceiling ever it had an amazing painting and a fantastic long chandelier. I asked what we were doing here and of course it was the same as always.
”Grown up stuff”
At that time I guess I wasn’t mature enough yet. My dad walks in with a suit and then at that moment I found it strange because he never is like that. I call out his name and he comes and he gives me a huge kiss on the forehead.Alittle after that I start to notice that my grandma is walking down the hall.My mom and dad tell me to stay out here with my brother and my sister.
At that moment I finally realized it was a divorce court.I started to cry and cry and I
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That was very awkward for all of us they wouldn’t even talk to each other for the longest time ever and it made things even worse. However over the years I have learned to live with the imperfection of the divorced parents life.It is never easy but then again what part of life ever is. Life is a rollercoaster that has ups and downs but in the end you’ll always end up in the station. Every day my brother somehow ends up bringing up the question of what happened to mommy and daddy.As an older sister I have to tell the truth but is that always the right thing to do? It has been a difficult 8 years but we still sticked together as a family and now they live together. We are a happy family but how long will that last? Everyday I wake up and say to myself. “Why do they do this...aren’t they divorced….they confuse my too much!” I just want what is good for my brother and sister and our future.I want to be able to have my dad walk me down the aisle on my wedding day and not have them fight all day.
This is what I fear the most,but a lot has happened that anything else that happens it will just be a minor bump in the